why do you make me a bird with broken wings?
i know what it feels like to fly,
i know how to soar from tree to mountain top,
but you suck the wind from beneath my wings and i fall.
a lost hope of an eagle
a pesty, childlike crow with a hankering for evil
a full grown bluebird that still can't crack it's shell.
i am impatient as i sink further.
clawing and cawing
at the vines as i fall through,
you watch me with your hawk eyes.
i can see you smile as i glide by.